I’ve been to the dark.
I’ve swam in that river,
seen the cold and aching,
sit stare and quiver.

I’ve looked into
the eyes of a man
more suited to slither,
and watched good women
tell him to come hither.

I’ve been in the shadows.
I’ve heard hatred speaking,
fat faces stretched in rage
with slick saliva leaking,

and all the light
that I used to believe in,
becomes my last shreds
of hope, finally, up and leaving.

Now, I walk into the end,
write the world’s last chapter,
cause this isn’t a Disney movie
and there’s no happily ever afters.

When I go back to the night
that we all sprang from,
I’ll be grateful for the ending
of my personal hell kingdom.